One dared to speak, and the other dared to respond.
Another one looked completely bewildered, unsure whether he should leave.
Xia Zhiyi smiled and glanced at the shocked Xu Chen, her beautiful eyes curving slightly. Her voice was like a gentle breeze brushing past Xu Chen's ears. "Oh, I'm sorry, that sounds a bit ambiguous, doesn't it? But Mr. Fu doesn't seem to have misunderstood me, does he?"
Fu Chi responded calmly, "Hmm."
Xia Zhiyi: "In that case..."
Xu Chen finally snapped out of his daze from the gossip about his boss, raised his hand to quickly interrupt Xia Zhiyi, cleared his throat, and said, "Excuse me, although this is a bit rude, I feel like if I don't speak now, I won't have another chance later."
Seeing that the two of them were looking at him, Xu Chen took a deep breath and asked, "Gentlemen, should I excuse myself for a moment?"
Xia Zhiyi blinked, looking innocent and guileless. "That depends on Mr. Fu's opinion."
Fu Chi looked calmly at Xu Chen, and after a moment said, "It doesn't matter."
Xu Chen: "Okay, I understand. I'll excuse myself for a moment."
Even if Fu Chi said he didn't mind her staying to listen in, Xu Chen would definitely avoid it!
Soon, only two people were left in the room.
Xia Zhiyi quite at ease, showing no restraint whatsoever in interacting with strangers. Without Fu Chi speaking, he found a place to sit down and looked up at him slightly. " Mr. Fu, shall we sit down and talk?"
The man glanced at him Jingjing, but did not refuse, and slowly sat down opposite Xia Zhiyi.
Xia Zhiyi casually picked up the kettle on the table and poured a glass of water for each of them. A smile played on his lips. From any angle, he looked like a delicate, well-behaved, and adorable young boy.
His every move carried a special kind of calm and serene quality. Even though it was just plain water, his actions seemed to carry the faint aroma of tea...
At this moment, Xia Zhiyi spoke up, "In Mr. Fu's eyes, there must be something special about me, right?"
Fu Chi looked up at the sound, staring at him Jingjing without saying a word.
Xia Zhiyi pushed the teacup towards him, then looked up to meet his gaze. Her eyes were curved, innocent and adorable, like a cute little kitten with round eyes gazing at someone obediently. "After all, I noticed last time I saw Mr. Fu. Mr. Fu that the way he looks at others is different from how he looks at me."
As he spoke, the innocent-looking boy tilted his head slightly, doubling his cuteness, and his voice was equally innocent. "It's a bit rude to say this, but... I always feel that when Mr. Fu looks at other people, it's not like he's looking at them as people."
No matter how innocent and pure Xia Zhiyi appeared when he said these words, they still offended others to some extent.
However, as the main character in Xia Zhiyi's words, Fu Chi's expression did not change much when he heard her words, which were essentially sarcastic in a different tone.
He showed no displeasure at being offended, nor anger at having his mask exposed; he simply looked at Xia Zhiyi calmly, seemingly unconcerned about the deeper meaning hidden in his words.
Xia Zhiyi stared at him for a long time, her smile gradually widening. She leaned forward slightly, using this movement to close the distance between them a little. "Wow, Mr. Fu, you have such a good temper! You're not angry at all after I said that?"
Fu Chi: "There's nothing to be angry about."
Xia Zhiyi: " Mr. Fu, aren't you going to deny it at all?"
Fu Chi: "I'm not sure what kind of look I give people."
Upon hearing this, Xia Zhiyi blinked, then looked enlightened. "Ah, right, Mr. Fu can't see it himself."
As he said this, he shifted his posture, raised his arm to support his chin, and looked at Fu Chi: "But Mr. Fu is so cold. I thought I could at least get a change in Mr. Fu's expression."
Fu Chi: "..."
Xia Zhiyi: "Don't worry, I'm not some perverted person who enjoys himself."
Fu Chi: "That's not what I thought."
Xia Zhiyi waved her hand. "Yes, I know. Mr. Fu looks like the kind of well-mannered young master. Even if he had such impolite thoughts, he wouldn't show it."
After several exchanges, Fu Chi's expression finally changed somewhat, but it was one of helplessness. "You can ask me anything directly."
There's no need for such probing.
He never intended to hide his thoughts from the beginning, and this unusual young man in front of him should have known that.
Even though he clearly sensed it, he still did it on purpose. Fu Chi gained a deeper understanding of the boy's personality—it was rather wicked.
Upon hearing Fu Chi's words, Xia Zhiyi paused slightly. He then picked up his water glass, took a few sips of warm water, and said, "Alright, alright, Mr. Fu has a really good temper."
Fu Chi: "..."
This assessment is quite rare.
After saying this, Xia Zhiyi sat up straight, her smile fading, and her attitude becoming much more serious than before. "So, Mr. Fu, can you tell me why you care about me so much?"
Noticing the subtle nuances in Fu Chi's attitude was not difficult for Xia Zhiyi.
However, although he had noticed the subtle details before, he had not had much contact with Fu Chi, and Xia Zhiyi would not make a hasty conclusion without evidence.
However, after seeing Fu Chi again this time, and seeing that the other party clearly indicated that he was there for him, if Xia Zhiyi still couldn't figure out the outcome, then all these years of his life would have been wasted.
As for why Xia Zhiyi never suspected any melodramatic plot twists like love at first sight... although she has been single for so many years, Xia Zhiyi has encountered quite a few suitors of all kinds.
Fu Chi's gaze towards him was more of a special kind of concern and a faint appreciation, but was there any emotion worth mentioning... even if there was, it was negligible, so little that Xia Zhiyi couldn't see it at the moment.
Moreover, Xia Zhiyi had already tested the waters once before, and the conclusion proved it—if Fu Chi really had any improper thoughts about him, he wouldn't be so open about it.
Well, at least his eyes seemed to have a hint of something amiss.
It's a pity that although Fu Chi's gaze towards him was different from that of others, it was still somewhat distant from anything more than illicit.
Xia Zhiyi muttered to herself.
Fu Chi: "... color."
Xia Zhiyi blinked. "Huh?"
I'm sorry, even Xia Zhiyi, who is far more experienced than most, couldn't immediately understand the meaning behind the two words Fu Chi uttered.
color?
What color?